Bloggers in Sin City | Being a #BiSC-uit: A Weekend That Changes EVERYTHING

Photo courtesy of San.

Sometimes you just won’t recognize something that’s been missing in your life until you experience it.

I’ve been back in Toronto a few days now after almost a week spent in the crazy of Las Vegas — but I haven’t blogged. I haven’t felt the urge to get back in the mix and put my blood, sweat and tears into my content… not unless I was ready to change everything and start to write stuff that lives up to my potential. That week in Vegas — much of it spent at Bloggers in Sin City (BiSC) — returned something to me that I didn’t know I was missing. It gave me something that makes me look at the world around me in a different way and changes what I’m trying to accomplish with everything I do.

It gave me hope.

Las Vegas | Shopping and Spotlights and Sharks, OH MY!!!

So yes, there is more to do in Vegas than party, get drunk and gamble. While these are horribly fun (until they’re not!), Vegas is full of surprises — great shopping, bright lights, and a whole bunch of unexpected animals!

Get Your Shop On: Las Vegas Premium Outlets North & Town Square

Las Vegas | Shopping and Spotlights and Sharks, OH MY!!! | Visa Gift Cards
Bling bling!

I can’t lie — I love shopping abroad. One thing I’ve learned over my years in Toronto is that I love being unique. I want to wear colours that other guys don’t wear; have accessories that make me stand out — I’m all about making an impression. Vegas and its high-end outlet mall north of the Strip had the perfect intersection between affordable and fashionable, and with $1000 in spending money, you know we were going to get our shop on sometime. As what’s mine is hers (or at least that’s what the pastor told me when he married us), I made sure to give Sarah her half and we went. to. town.

Las Vegas | What a Luxury Trip Looks Like

“All there is to do in Vegas is eat, spend and party.”

— unattributed

There are few places on the planet with a reputation like Las Vegas. When people talk about it, you have the starry-eyed “Vegas virgins” who’ve yet to take a trip and see what the hype’s all about, versus the Vegas vets who’ve been there, done that, but very much know that there’s a new adventure every time you go. Last time I went to Las Vegas, this happened:

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…so having survived that foolishness, 2013 marks not just one, but two trips I’ll be taking down to the Gambling Capital of the World, both for very different reasons and under very different circumstances. With little under a month left before I make my way there for Bloggers in Sin City, this first series will cover the trip I took with Sarah from February 15-18.

Our Story So Far

When you get married, everyone’s always asking the big question in a multitude of ways:

“Any kids yet?”

“You guys planning a family?”

“What’s taking you so long?!”

Before you cross that last threshold into cementing your adulthood, you’ll probably try to enjoy your DINC/DINK status (Double Income no Children/Double Income no Kids) as much as possible, because as awesome as kids are, it’s no secret that they crush both your freedom and your wallet.

So a trip to Vegas made for an excellent plan.

The Scintilla Project Day Eleven — A Chicago Story

The Scintilla Project

1. Write about an experience you had that was so strange or incredible, it sounds like it could have been made up.

— The Scintilla Project’s Day 11 prompt

Those who’ve known me awhile often think I have a lucky horseshoe lodged firmly somewhere within my rectum.

While I have no burning desire to prove nor disprove this theory (as invasive surgery doesn’t seem like the most attractive idea), my Green Bay/Chicago adventure in 2010 helps me see why people might think this way!

A Chicago Story

In May 2010, I went with some old high school buddies to visit our friend living out in Green Bay, Wisconsin. From there, we’d go by car to Chicago, eventually flying from there back to Toronto.

 All fine and dandy, right? A good four-day vacation with cool people doing cool things.

Yeah, you’d think so. This trip was further proof of one simple fact:

You can’t take Casey anywhere.